It was dark when you came, dark enough to smell your seed. To smell the seed I shell, ingest, spit out before me. No, really, before you, for you, before the people and the mount, before the swarming boggle eyes of the cattle congregation, the children, yes, I pause them, tell them, watch me, watch me swallow without feeding watch me spit bright nuggets from black, taxed seed; watch how clean seed charred with life becomes the seed of dusk, seed of a cloth-bound light so far ahead your faithless fathers named it Eden.
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